Fraught In Flame And Framed By Time - Poem by Patti Masterman
Fraught in flame and framed by time,
I see your face by the candle's light;
And mercy accumulated, from many small acts
Composes your expression, and makes it soft.
You wear gentleness like others wear flowers,
You count love by actions, not hours;
Your callouses are knots, on a rosary of care,
When you enter in a room, patience takes a chair.
Noble intentions, steeped in palpable grace,
Eyes cast down, when any murmuring goes on;
Against friend or brother; you've naught to say,
Gentle your step upon the world, each day.
In a thousand worlds, are you present there?
Between the dimensions, singing like wind,
Breaking disappointment, and pouring out love:
Light in your eyes, your heart a treasure-trove.
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